All Chapters of Reborn For Revenge: The Alpha’s Heiress : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Blood and Vows (Gabriel’s POV)My vision blurred as I struggled to stay conscious. Pain like no other making it even more difficult as a hot, steady burn sat in my chest.“Hold him,” Eleanor’s voice snapped, sharp and clean.Someone pressed down on my shoulders. I groaned.“Sorry,” another voice said. Cee. Shaky, but trying to sound calm. “You’re okay, Alpha. I mean. You’re not okay, but you’re not dead.”Good to know.The air smelled like antiseptic and iron. Field med-station.“Vera,” I tried to say. My mouth tasted like smoke. “Where—”“She’s busy not murdering anyone while we patch you up,” Eleanor said. “Save your strength.”I slipped under again.When I surfaced the next time, the light was softer. My chest still burned, but not as wild.I stared up at a canvas roof lit by a hanging lantern. I shifted my head a little. The movement dragged a groan from my throat.“Gabriel?”Her voice.I turned toward it. Vera sat in a metal chair pulled right up to cot level. She was slumped for

Threads of Moonfire (Vera's POV)Across from me, Rhea’s prism pulsed on its stand, storm-light trapped behind glass. Even bound, she managed to look amused. Just outside the painted ring, Gabriel stood with his hands loose at his sides, fingers flexing like he was fighting the urge to cross the line. His jaw was tight. His chest was still bandaged under his shirt; I could see the edge of the dressing near his collar.He hated this. I could feel it through the bond, low and constant, like a growl pressed against my ribs.“Vera,” Eleanor said, from her place at the north point. “Once we start, you do not step out until I say so. Not for anything. Understood?”“Got it,” I said. My voice sounded steadier than I felt.I looked at the silver line between me and Gabriel. My throat tightened.“Wait,” I said. “Before we start.”Eleanor’s brows pulled together. “Vera, we have–”“Thirty seconds,” I said. “It won’t kill us.”I turned to Gabriel. “Come here.”His eyes flashed. “Gabriel,” I said

Alpha’s Awakening (Vera's POV)The last time I saw Shadowfang ground, it was soaked in our enemies’ blood.Tonight, it looked worse.Charred trees reached the sky, broken stones jutted up out of the earth. Old runes still scarred the dirt, faint silver lines burned in from the last war we fought here.I stood at the front of the line, boots on torn earth. To my right, Gabriel. To my left, Gideon and Max. Behind us, a wall of wolves. Starfang banners, Nightmoor’s dark crescent, Stargazer’s pale sigil.The moonstone at my throat lay cold and cracked, but it still buzzed like something awake underneath.Across the field, the first shapes appeared.“Contact,” Jace said quietly, lifting his binoculars. “East line. And west. Shit. They’re circling.”I squinted. At first it looked like shadows rolling over the ground. Then eyes opened inside the dark. Too many. Zorak’s army stepped into the moonlight.

Fall of the First Alpha (Vera's POV)The pull from the beast hit my chest like a hook. The moonstone jerked against my collarbone, hard enough to bruise. Zorak’s essence slammed into me down the link. I felt him reach, not just for the moonstone, but past it. For me. Vessel, he hissed in my head. Be still. The beast’s huge maw came down. Immediately I used my power to push Gabriel away. He attempted rushing over to my side again.“Don’t you dare,” I snapped down the bond.I threw a hand out, not to stop the beast, but to shove Gabriel sideways with a burst of raw aura. He staggered, boots gouging the dirt, almost falling. Anger and shock snapped back at me.“I am not watching you get eaten,” he snarled, out loud this time.“You are not doing this again,” I shouted back, my voice ripping out of my throat. “You already took one beam. You do not get to pay for me twice.”The maw rushed closer. Light and darkness spun together, a spiral that wanted to grind me down to nothing. Zorak’s

When the Power Fades (Vera's POV)Drums pounded, deep and steady, shaking the wooden floor under my boots. Voices, howls and cheers rose in one tangled wave.“Alpha heir, coming through,” Dax yelled behind me, mostly so he could elbow people aside.“I can walk,” I muttered, even as bodies pressed around me, hands clapping my shoulders, my back, my arms. Wolves reached in from both sides of the hall corridor, trying to touch me like I was lucky or holy or something in between.“Not with that face,” Jace said from my other side. He wasn’t wrong.The council hall opened up in front of us, wide and bright. Banners hung from the rafters, Starfang’s silver wolf side by side with Nightmoor’s crescent and Stargazer’s star glyph. Tables were packed with food.Wolves filled the space. Some in torn clothes, some still bandaged. But they were standing. Laughing. Alive.That part I let sink in. We had won. Zorak was gone.My fingers brushed the stone at my throat, feeling the jagged crack.“Go,”